[PQ] [RQ] I hear it rocks

ISKRA

"You can grow them?" Iskra asks with a shock as he glances at Amhran. "I didn't think they could be gardened like that," he admits, though hearing it takes a year certainly makes all the aimless wandering of the woods seem appealing still.

Continuing to scatter stones like a farmer seeding a field, Iskra can't keep the smile from his face as the plump ningo vanishes behind the snowball. "Yeah," Iskra chuckles in response to Amhran, "another stick." The stick across the yard is always worth dropping yours for, is the green grass of the dog world.

One such new stick is promptly delivered to him via Goose as they meander East, and this time when Iskra takes the wet, chewed on thing, he arcs it end over end towards a nearby ningo on a fence. Goose sprints after it, wild with the chase, and hoping for the plump prize. Better than wasting the last of the special rocks, but hopefully he manages to knock the bird off or Goose's barks will start up again, half as mindless as the ningos some days.

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s t o n e s + stick toss at a ningo

It's hard to tell the truth when you lie to yourself
Always give too much of you to someone else
I'm talkin' to you now like we're old friends
It'll never be too late to start again